People

[Great hall 2]

As they walk through the castle grounds, 

Romana notices that The Tharil's burns have been healed.

 

The Doctor is served with 

a plate of food.

Tom : 

My Goodness!

You Live Like Kings!

BIROC: 

We are Kings.

[Great Hall]

(The contents of the lunch hamper are being handed out, 

which is far more important than 

what their Captain has to say.) 

RORVIK: 

Now listen, I'm only going to say this once : 

We're stuck here with no warp motors 

and no navigator. 

Now in practical terms 

that means we stay here forever 

unless we do something about it. 

Listen! And that means The Mirror. 

There's A Way through. 

You've all seen it. 

That's why we brought up the MZ. 

Will you listen to me 

when I'm talking! 

(Rorvik gets out his blaster. 

That grabs his crew's attention.)

RORVIK: 

This is very serious. 

We are in A Terminal Situation. 

A DEAD End.

[Great hall 2]

Tom : 

Such variety. 

Where did it all come from? 

BIROC: 

The Universe is 

Our Garden. 

Tom :

Ah. So this is what it was all like. 

BIROC: 

At the height of Our Empire, 

before The Tharils became 

The Slaves of Men. 

Tom :

I notice you don't do 

too badly for staff. 

This Garden of Yours, The Universe —

How do you manage it? 

BIROC: 

We use Our Power.

For those who travel on the Time Winds. 

The vastness of Space is no obstacle. 

Everything is Ours. 

(A Tharil BACKHANDS The Serving Wench pouring wine. 

The Doctor goes to help her up again.) 

Tom : 

Including her? 

BIROC: 

They're only People. 

Tom : 

So You're 'The Masters' the Gundan 

spoke of? The Enslavers. 

BIROC: 

The Weak enslave THEMSELVES, Doctor. 

You and I know THAT. 

Tom :

Yes, yes — 

He pours rich, Red Wine into a TINY, ornate chalice until The Cup runneth over, before BACKHANDING the thing HARD, in once swift movement of his arm into a wall in the distance, where it CLATTERS to The Floor with a CRASH

This is no way to 

run An Empire. 

(A Tharil points a knife at the Doctor. 

Romana sees it all from the gallery.) 

ROMANA: 

Danger! The Doctor's in danger! 

A troupe of Gundan robots enter. 

Romana rushes to The Doctor's side.

ROMANA: 

Doctor! 

(And an axe cleaves the table.)

There are Three Physical Gateways

There are Three Physical Gateways, 

and The Three are One.

"Probability computes at zero point zero zero zero five seven, Mistress."

K-9 :

All systems functioning. 

Recommend priority transferred to 

the three humanoid life forms 

approaching The TARDIS. 

ADRIC: 

What? He's having delusions! 

(Rorvik, Packard and Lane walk through The Void. 

The Portable Mass Detector is a chest-sized box strapped to Lane. 

The beeping speeds up. 

Meanwhile, Romana enters from The Interior 

with an armful of boxes.) 

ROMANA: 

These stores really are The Limit. 

Nothing's catalogued. 

Half the shelves are empty. 

This was all I could find. 

Adric? Adric. 

(Adric is looking at the scanner, 

so Romana does too and sees 

the three men approaching.) 

ROMANA: 

But that's impossible. 

The Coordinates are at Zero. 

K9: 

Probability computes at 0.00057, Mistress. 

Please apply 0.67 error correction to this estimate. 

Error in error correction estimate 

estimated at 0.3705 --

ROMANA: 

We should do something. 

He'll go like this forever. 

(Romana pulls a wire in his back.) 

K9: 

Correction. All present and correct. 

King's Regulations (Army) 

Report of the orderly sergeant 

to the officer of the day : 

Default is martial...

(K9 runs out of power and stops.) 

ROMANA: 

It's all going to be all right, K9.